My dog jumped up and started barking like crazy…
It was like he was trying to tell me something. Just as I started my homework again, I heard a voice downstairs. It sounded like someone walking around, but I knew there was no one home. Mom worked until 8 o'clock…five hours later. I never heard a door open and me and mom were the only ones with keys. I set my work on my bed and inched toward the stairs. Riley followed suit, but he was still barking. I heard a moaning noise and…
I was afraid to go downstairs. I instantly ran back to my room, let Riley in and slammed the door and locked it so nothing could get it. I ran for the phone and called mom.
"Mom, there is someone…or something in the house. I'm upstairs, locked door with Riley. Please come home," I asked rapidly.
"Okay, Okay…I will come home. You call the police. Bye," she hung up. Suddenly the moaning and walking stopped. Screaming started…
"Oh God! Oh God!" I murmured to myself. "Riley, what am I going to do?" I was talking to a dog. Wow.
"I'll call the cops!" I said and dialed 911 quickly.
"Hello; this is 911. What is your emergency?" a voice on the other line asked.
"Please help me! There's someone in my house and I heard a scream." I said, frightened.
"Ha ha ha!" said the voice. "I'm not really a cop. I'm the man downstairs…and I'm coming up to get you!"
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